graveyards

The whole world is a graveyard

Entombed layers scattered in sides of mountains

From pristine air to heavy sea

Each last breath wraps around

Shrouded bones



We kick dust

Or dissolve in murky mud

Littering ourselves indiscriminately


Green life reaches to the sun

Death compresses itself to the center of the earth





© carol voccia 2008 all rights reserved

The Litter

Sep 26, 2008





Dreaming in soft tender bellies

With sour milk on their tongues

Nuzzled and trusting they heave

And sigh as a whole

Clamping to each other like

They clutched in her uterus

Caped only in their own

Sparse fur and mother's spittle

Shallow breathing radiates clouds of warm

A quivering lip snarled over

Sharp dental fangs

The bitch protective

Sweats at her nipples

The xy Factor

© carol voccia 2009



Its tall boy wheels

All gloss and chrome and glass

Wheedling foreign

Objects as distractions


Clipping off cut nails on

Board room sales chart

Grounding of edges

Egos caustic evolvements

Revolve in mental worlds


Sipping a testosterone cocktail

Drone sniffing the heat relentless as

The gas burning on the sun

Orbiting for the kill in

Bedrooms of commerce

Or boardrooms of romance

They come as chiefs and solders

Twisting a look at the time

Adjusting for rendezvous under the

Skirts of town between thick thighs



Hellions swilling down the rush

Commanding attention

While slick tawdry laws capture everyone

But them



Commandos of history charging hills

Ordering the sky to open

And pour out poisons of war

Claiming seas to vomit red

Spilling their load over the sheets



Rape the weather kill the falling air

Heat the ice

Melt the zones

And it all boils down to not enough

Splitting empty inside of love

Finding it nowhere

Yearning to suck at the tit while

Strangling the Madonna smile



Courting only bottles of amber and packs of smoke

Cut the throats of them as cards

Snorting white, inhaling the burn

And sporting chrome wheels that turn endlessly

Nasty Boy

© carol voccia 2009




Five ten in chiseled rock

Unassuming smile

Tongue lightly grazing teeth

Amber eyes looking through my staring blues

Lips speak trash

Fingers cop a feel

Pink puddles on lace

Nipples crush inside the heaving suck

My ass slapped

A warm up test

Exercising the range of force to dispense

Bend over exposing the wild rim

Sit on my face to lick your ass

On my knees

My back

My haunches

Over you, under you, as captive clutched between muscle thighs

Pull back hair and slap face sting

Pink my flesh with your whip

Oral-oral-oral

Probe the depths of esophagus phlegm

Vomit up the fleshy meat

Chizz dripping

Smear it down my belly dance

Oh, you little whore-come here!

Kiss my wild

You nasty nasty boy

Intimates

© carol voccia





1.





My touch slides

Eating tension

Pressing out tight

Cold breath in

Hot healing out

Putty skin under my scratching

Nails

Mark territory of glow

Red rises to surface as

You numb in the sting







2.





My Splash caught in tongue curls

Kisses long

Thick mood slowly moves the

Circle glow of candles

My Venus weeps over your

Intimate groove

My lips are yours

For as deep as you want





3.





Rolling storm

Caught in a wave

My ocean held in your lips

Beg me

Feed your wild

Looking for the Bones....

.. ..



© carol voccia 2009....

.. ..

I carved a boat and sailed....

Along sour shores eaten by sharks

Ragged rocks slice open spilling sky

A bubbling stream and wide mouth bass

Called me



I didn’t look back

As I opened your folded letter with spiney fingers ....

A picture clear and transparent

Leaked out



Grasping not the shadow in its message

The wind and silver brine opened my face

Each word stood as

Pure ice and

As heat curling waves lapping

I could not see your ink or envision the

Empty verse scribed
Neatly placed ....

I stained my napkin with

Water steamed open by my opulent eye

Not gazing upon or

Beginning to comprehend

The starless night

.. ..

Our moons drifting in shapely crescents

You, gone among the mists

Of Orion’s belt....

And I gathering up every fish pouring them out of the ocean

Into the rings of Saturn

The booming voice of reason pounds against me

But I will cast my net instead....

Looking for the bones

Falling Into The Big Night

© carol voccia....

.. ..

It falls so short

The time between now

And when

I ate each word and sucked out meaning

Between the rounds of drinks and torched

Dialog

You were high and lively and willing to risk and

I was drowning waiting for the sun to quake

Glimmered in all that was your

Shinning voice

Reflecting an eye wildly aloft

As flying hawks

Circling in the wind

Who were you when I

Squinted at mountains sorting out deaf dreams?

I just wanted to know

As you ride along on tinted glass and old smoke

How many shades of darkness do I need to navigate before

Falling with you into the big night?

Swallow True

Swallow True

carol voccia 2010



Reveal to me the song of you

Dripping with the fabric of amazement

Desire to be the world of love rolling from your eyes

Capture my universe with

Cut ribbons of light sparkling with your thought

Conquer the bend in time which separates then from now

Flying into the future with abandon

Enter me like a flower ready to spread its bloom

Fall into my breath

Be the meteor at high speed burying itself into my earth

Be the waterfall down my back

Cascading free as this poem

Singing your song as wild grass whispers in the morning breeze

Be the unborn nesting in my womb your spirit emerging modeling urgent

Observe the world in universal terms hosting local fire torching new ideals

Round the corner of yourself and dance into my mirror

Behold your future from my history

Recognize your reflection from another time abandoned

.. ..

Hold your cup

.. ..

Balanced between then,

Now and

Forward

.. ..

Sip sip sip

then drink deep



Evolve

Until

.. ..

Your life swallows true

The Cut Above

(c)carol voccia
March 2010

............
Woven in finest fabric

Strong, resilient, colorful

Holding fast the cut

Stitched tightly with a bending stretch

Carefully fitted for long wear and style

Room for a pocket watch, folded green

And keys to a future

Warp and thread top shelf grade

Soil and fade resistant to the onslaught

Of bleeding earth, ebbing tides and even heaven

This suit

Made of you

Its tag hand sewn across the left inside pocket

“Custom, 100% natural, self made of highest quality”


Written for Jesse when I believed in potential

Your Left Eye

© carol voccia

.. ..

I am compelled into your left eye

Connected to the right side of your brain seeking interpretation

That place of insight


Fully ignited in spirit and light

That soulful place of being “ness”

I gaze into its fractal iris

That pin wheel of fragmented color

Changing its mood like a kaleidoscope

A cloudscape of treasured memory and

Oh so much of you there

In the

Nebulas I pierce your left eye with my every sentence

Each one exact and precisely targeted

Going in to the valley of sweet gum and eternal power

Your riveted orb demands

my gaze

my attention

my own left eye